Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip thing on these niggaz
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do your
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to boys
That's it, bout it
Master P,
We this from the South to the East

I represent, them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, cracked
Wig tapped, play day care kids napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
Your mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, Audi and
in N-O I had to call No Limit up
Baby mack baby gat love the way the
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby
rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo
Clipse or bricks get seven off
Snow so white only thing is seven dwarfs

[Master P]
Killa Cam, you know he it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he bout it, it
Freeky Z, you know he it, bout it
Santana, boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World, you they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them boys
You know boys, they don't play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads pronounce my shoes
I got head but more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that don't none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he move water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through and Taft
Flossin' that cash and put the torch to your ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the blast ya
One callin' daddy and Q
LB's and Sally beat crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the liquor
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the the raw
upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I about it

P]
140 Lennox, you they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
representin' Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
Florida and Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy,
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

[Outro][Jim Jones & P]
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool